


I don’t like dogs so much, but I love them.
My personality has preferences, and this personality’s preference is for cats and some fluffy goofball dogs, not so much dogs in general and especially not short-haired ones.
It’s not something I am choosing. It’s just there, and it’s something I have noticed and observed over time. I cannot choose the preferences of my personality.
At the same time, there is love for dogs here. There is love for all beings. To themselves, they are consciousness just like me. To them, the world happens within and as the consciousness they are, just like for me. They wish to avoid suffering, just like me. They wish for comfort, just like me. They have feelings and an emotional life, just like me.
I also have hangups, wounds, traumas, and so on. My system has a fixation on certain painful stories. These inevitably color my perception and my life. And when they are triggered and more on the surface, they can cover up the more basic love that’s here.
All of that’s true. As this personality, I have preferences like anyone else. As what I am, as consciousness, there is recognition and love – a love that’s not dependent on feelings or states. When wounds are triggered, the consciousness I am sometimes gets caught up in it and covers over the love.
This is all coming more to the surface these days with Mila, our new lovable little short-haired dog. She was left at our doorstep one stormy night a few weeks ago. She is not the type of dog my personality prefers, but she is here, she needs us, and there is a lot of love for her.
And, of course, as I get to know her and love her, my personality also changes and start to really like her.
The images are of beautiful little Mila, 3 months old.

